It was a summer of firsts for me the year I went to South America. I was delighted with Peru from the moment the plane first touched down, and every new experience had me fall more and more in love with the sites, the culture and the people.
I found the streets of Lima to be charming, with it's beautiful old buildings, like the 16th Century cathedral, rich with history. A street market sold delicacies that made my mouth water, and people gathered for singing and chatting long into the night at the water edge.
The Ballestas islands were glorious, with their quaint seaside cafes and lovely boardwalk. Out at sea, I witnessed the vast variety of birds that inhabit the area, and watched sea lions contentedly lazing on rocks far out at sea.
Nazca bought contrasts at every turn. Shops sold anything from brand new motorbikes to hot pink bikinis, which I bought and wore into the Sulfur hot spring pools. During the day I rode a buggy into the desert and sand boarded down the sanddunes. By night I watched street dancing - traditional Latin from the older folk and breakdancing from the youth. That trip I also experienced the mystery of the Nazca Lines via a small plane sweeping over some of the more distinguishable figures carved into the hard ground of the desert floor.
Arequipa, also known as the 'White City', was beautiful, with it's volcanic stone buildings and breathtaking views. Further to the north was the iconic Colca Canyon, where I saw majestic condors gliding through the air as I stood watching them in awe, knowing I was seeing a sight that so many would never get to see in their lifetime.
Next on the trip was my four day hike on the Inca Trail which was full of difficult mountainous terrain. I was often breathless, if not from lack of oxygen, then from the beautiful views and landscape around me. I battled altitude sickness, which took the form of terrible headaches, but otherwise enjoyed the solitude and picturesque surroundings.
After walking the final steps of the trail up to the 'Sun gate", and seeing the famous aerial view of Machu Picchu, I spent hours exploring this archeological ruin, before boarding a bus to what was to become a sexual adventure I would remember for years to come.
The town of Aguas Calientes was quiet, even though it had a tourist vibe. I was eager to eat and sleep, but the first thing I longed for was a massage. I had been highly recommended a salon and spa shop in the centre of town, the identity of which will remain nameless, as it's still right there to date.
The place wasn't much to look at. It was a tiny shop in the Main Street of town. It looked like it could do with a fresh coat of paint, both inside and out, but aside from that it looked quite clean. At this point I was exceptionally dirty after long days on the trial and baths out of buckets, so just being in an actual place with walls was a bonus for me.
I booked myself in for the massage and then proceeded to a small shower room. I guess they were used to their clients coming from the trail, so catered for it. The door didn't close all the way, but there was a shower curtain and I wasn't too worried in any case, as I have no issues with nudity.
I practically ripped off my clothes in my haste to get under the shower and clean myself thoroughly. I love a hot shower more than just about anything. Unfortunately this one was anything but hot! It was a warm day outside though, and the water felt lovely running down my face and through my long blonde hair. The strength of the water was great - enough to hit like sharp needles to my skin, which felt amazing, as my muscles were incredibly sore.
The soap was a half used bar, the kind that had been used a lot, and left out to dry again and again. It had a nice fragrance though, and was soft to the skin. As I soaped my body thoroughly, I couldn't help but admire my muscular stomach - my abs have always been what I consider my best asset, but the trail and food choices had helped me trim down all the more in this area. So they were hard and ripped. As I lifted my legs to wash them, I could feel strong calf muscle. My quadriceps were toned, my arse cheeks were tight and my skin was a lovely sun kissed colour.
I ran my hands over my breasts and stopped to fondle them. It had been a little while since they had been given any attention. My nipples were erect due to a combination of the cold water and my hands touching them. It doesn't take much to get them hard!
As I thought about how much I wanted the touch of another person right that minute, I moved one hand down my stomach and towards my pussy. I had last shaved before I set out to walk the trail, so I was a little hairy down there. I like to keep myself quite tidy in that area but for some reason on this particular day the feel of that small amount of hair on my mound made me a little excited.
